The wedding was fairly small and everyone seemed to have a good time. Or at least they managed to laugh at the jokes in my Best Man toast, which is all that really matters. And no, I didn't throw the groom under the bus. I don't quite understand why people do that.
The happy couple looked good. And happy. The little kids carrying the rings and flowers did their jobs flawlessly.
I did manage to catch the garter, if by catch, you mean "have it hit my chest and drop on to my shoes where I picked it up."
The single women there seemed just as excited by the prospect of catching the bouquet.
But tasty food, good people, a happy couple -- what more could you ask for? It was good day.
